June '25 Limerick (July '21 & July'23 continued)

I wish I had someone to love
We'd laugh and play with stars above

Why do I have so few friends?
I speak out and won’t make amends
I criticise freely
My tone is steely
My pathway allows me no bends.

I wish I had someone to love

Why do I have so few friends?
I speak out and won't make amends
I criticize freely
My tone is steely

Why do I have so few friends?
I speak out and won't make amends
I criticize freely

Why do I have so few friends?
I speak out and won't make amends

I’m always so frank and so true
Blue is blue not another hue,
But you can rely
On my artist’s eye
Because I'm much smarter than you.

Why do I have so few friends?

I’m always so frank and so true
Blue is blue not another hue,
But you can rely
On my artist’s eye

I'm always so frank and so true
Blue is blue not another hue,
But you can rely

I'm always so frank and so true
Blue is blue not another hue

I’ve never been one to be shy
I say what I think, don’t ask why,
Is that always wise?
It is not (rolling eyes)
But I’m willing to give it a try.

I’m always so frank and so true

I've never been one to be shy
I say what I think, don't ask why
Is that always wise?
It is not. (Rolling eyes).

I've never been one to be shy
I say what I think, don't ask why
Is that always wise?

I've never been one to be shy
I say what I think, don't ask why

It’s not exactly ladylike
To behave just as I do,
Sometimes I will cuss
When out on the bus
And this causes quite a to do!

I’ve never been one to be shy

It's not exactly ladylike
To behave just as I do
Sometimes I will cuss
When out on the bus

It's not exactly ladylike
To behave just as I do
Sometimes I will cuss

It’s not exactly ladylike
To behave just as I do

I long for a lovely lie in
Sipping from my bottle of gin
Oh the dreams I'll have
As I sit on the lav
Making a helluva great din

It’s not exactly lady-like

I long for a lovely lie in
Sipping from my bottle of gin
Oh the dreams I'll have
As I sit on the lav

I long for a lovely lie in
Sipping from my bottle of gin
Oh the dreams I'll have

I long for a lovely lie in
Sipping from my bottle of gin

I long for a lovely lie in

Oh drat, there goes my alarm
Working on an organic farm,
I’m up with the lark
Although it’s still dark
And leave my bed all warm and cosy.

Oh drat, there goes my alarm
Working on an organic farm
I’m up with the lark
Although it’s still dark

Oh drat, there goes my alarm
Working on an organic farm
I'm up with the lark